Jumbling Towers - "The Kanetown City Rips"

We lived in the roof of a warehouse for four years. Thirty-seven of us, there was this door in the ceiling that lead to this extra space between the ceiling and the underside of the roof, and we would live up there. Everyone kept their stuff in their zipped and locked sleeping bags, jammed into the crevice at the edge of the room during the day, and you'd sleep with your legs around your comic books and preserved snacks at night. The steely streetlight would shoot up through the tops of the far windows and lay jagged across the bare roof for you to look at while you drifted off or sung to yourself. The only adult who knew we were there we called The Pig, and he made sure no one found out about us. Sometimes he would walk around the huge floor at midnight, and you could see his silhouette cast against that jagged light, and the way he walked made you want to throw up. He walked with his stomach, if you can imagine that. Like as if his legs came straight out of his stomach, the way he walked. It was disgusting. That's why we called him The Pig, I think.

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Like I say, we lived like that for four years, but not all of it was hard. It was hard keeping quiet a lot, mostly I just longed to be able to scream and kick and laugh. But we had fun sometimes, we would play word tag, where you had to capture people with a word, and someone could set them free with another, or you could fight your way out with two words. It's hard to explain. Summer afternoons were the hardest. But it was in the summer when we left.

On what became the last night that we lived there, someone stabbed The Pig in the armpit with a piece of a mirror and he lay there squealing and trying to use his cell phone. It was the middle of the night, and windy because the smoke from the stacks was blowing in front of the windows. We just gathered up our sleeping bags and our extra shoes and headed out the door. All single file and orderly, as if we were going for a meal, and one of the youngers whispered, "I forgot my notebook," and everyone was sure he stayed there because he was afraid to leave. Sick.

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Jumbling Towers, from when I first heard them back in May of last year, have been working themselves steadily into one of my favourite new bands. "The Kanetown City Rips" is from their forthcoming album, and was specially released to us, and you, in advance. Jumbling Towers are fiery, flourishing, fearless, and their weapons are many and strong.

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